because big ears are my favorite

let me know if you liked this it’s tragically long i went overboard haha

first and foremost, peter would be the most loving/attentive/caring and overall best boyfriend to ever exist, ever

he’s also a needy baby who likes attention

“Y/N”

“Yes, Peter?”

“You haven’t kissed me in, like, five whole minutes”

majority of the time you make peter very flustered so you’re usually the one to initiate the kisses because he’s a blushing mess

he thinks you’re the most gorgeous person to ever walk the earth

he cannot believe you’re as in love with him as he is with you

“How’d I get so lucky”

“Peter stop it it’s not like I’m a magical princess I’m normal stoppp”

“But are you sure about that”

he will adamantly deny that he likes staring at you but that’s all he does when you’re with him

he prefers to call it gazing because it sounds less creepy and the last thing he wants is for you to think he’s a creep

he likes to tease you about the fact that you had a crush on him for most of your freshman year and it annoys you endlessly

“That’s so cute Y/N how adorable”

“I will literally break up with you right now”

“What no no I’m sorry I love you don’t do that”

the first time he told you that he loved you he stuttered for a solid ten minutes, almost cried because c’mon Peter just tell her you love her you idiot she’s gonna hate you if you keep stumbling over your words like a madman oh my god you haven’t said anything in five minutes no one has ever been silent this long

finally he closed his eyes and choked out the words and when he opened his eyes he swore that he had never seen anything as beautiful as the way you were smiling at him in that very moment

after that he has no problem saying it to you whenever he can no matter where you are or what you’re doing

“Mr. Parker can you please share what you were just whispering to Ms. Y/L/N with the rest of the class?”

“Oh yeah I was just telling her that I love her because I do and I need to make sure that she doesn’t forget” *cue adorable smile*

“Oh my god Peter please be quiet I love you too you weirdo”

he kind of lives for embarrassing for you, he thinks it’s the funniest thing

you love Ned too and it kind of makes Peter jealous sometimes which is just hilarious to witness

“You’re spending an awful lot of time with Ned”

“…………..I spend every waking moment with you and Ned hangs out with us dummy”

“Just checking”

you’re the only person he tells about being Spider-Man because you’re you and he can’t keep something like that from the love of his life that’s just not how it works

when he sends Happy voicemails every day he makes sure to update him on how you’re doing and whatever thing you do that day that Peter found adorable

when Happy finally texts Peter back he doesn’t ask Peter how he’s doing he asks about you

Peter introduces you to Tony with a proud smile on his face as he practically shoves you at him

“Mr. Stark Mr. Stark Mr. Stark this is my girlfriend the one Happy told you about I wanted her to meet you isn’t she cool Mr. Stark”

“As long as she’s not as hyper as you are I think I’ll like her very much”

“Oh great ‘cause she’s very calm right Y/N?”

“Peter babe please stop yelling in my ear”

“I like her already!”

he’s very big on calling you my love because it makes you get all shy and you turn away from him since you’re getting embarrassed

he proudly talks about you to anyone within earshot and everyone comes to love you because adorable, precious Peter Parker does too

Aunt May might love you more than Peter does

sometimes Peter will come home to find you already sitting at the table with her sipping coffee out of his favorite mug and talking about your days and he just lights up with happiness

you yell at him every time he loses yet another backpack

“when will you learn your lesson about webbing your bag to the wall in dark alleys where thieves and probably murders hang out”

“that’d be a never”

you kind of hate that he’s Spider-Man since the job is extremely dangerous and he literally almost died fighting Vulture

“are you sure you’re okay? i don’t want you dying on me”

“i would never leave you my love i promise”

you yell at him whenever he comes back to his house with new bruises and injuries but he knows you’re just yelling because you care and so he takes the yelling and the angry crying from you and hugs you really tight and strokes your hair and tells you that he’s fine and it’s just a scratch and gives you the whole you should see the other guy spiel

he draws engagement rings on your ring finger and swears he’ll make sure it’s a real one day and not just a shitty circle drawing because yeah he’s fifteen and so are you but who cares you’re the one for him and living without you is a life he doesn’t want to even imagine

it’s just not an option and never will be

he gets anxiety whenever you have to ride the train out of Queens and back into Manhattan alone since that’s where you live

“but what if something happens and i’m not there and you get hurt i wouldn’t be able to live with myself”

he goes through metro cards like water in the summer when he doesn’t have his student one because he refuses to let you take the train alone

he never lets go of your hand when you’re together… so basically he’s never once stopped holding hands with you unless absolutely necessary

you telling him to ask Tony to let you become an avenger

you want to be Black Widow 2.0

or maybe Scarlet Witch but you don’t have powers like Wanda does so Black Widow 2.0

Tony actually says he’ll think about it because whenever he goes to see Peter or Peter comes to see him you tag along ( “we’re kind of a package deal Mr. Stark” ) and you’ve grown on him considerably

after Peter meets the Avengers for the first time you plead with him to let you meet them too and when he finally relents you almost faint in front of Cap and have a heart attack in front of Natasha

“Sorry she’s a little excited she’s not usually like this”

“I think I need a glass of water or an oxygen tank”

“Mr. Stark do you have an oxygen tank”

“She didn’t faint in front of me I’m offended Y/N”

Cap offhandedly says you and Peter are cute kids and you almost die

Peter is definitely not jealous aT ALL

you reassure him that you love him more than Cap and always will

you would never want Peter to think for a second that anyone else could ever take you away from him you love him too much to think about that

he’s just ridiculously head over heels beautifully in love with you and he wears that love on his sleeve for the entire universe to see and doesn’t care if he’s called “whipped” because hell yeah he is

he managed to become the boyfriend of the most divine person he’s ever had the pleasure of meeting

I'm trying to draw the YOI characters in my style. What's your take on the non-Asian male ice skater's eyeshapes? (Out of the Asian characters, Otabek probably has the narrowest eyes)

That’s an interesting question! Before I figured out the style I prefer to draw in, I tend to try to draw as close to the source material as possible. But if you look at enough references, you’ll be able to deconstruct how certain artists draw certain things! YOI style is distinct enough for me to recognize it.

What I observed when I started drawing fanart for YOI was how Kubo-sensei drew eyes. So I followed that!

The main character design however, is by Tadashi Hiramatsu (Hiramatsu-san!) and they follow this collaborative guide on how to draw the characters for the show. That’s how the characters would stay and look the same even though several different people are drawing them for the entire series.

I’ll trace over the eyes and then draw how I draw eyes and then show the basic hexagon shape (red).

For most of them, she goes for distinct half hexagon shapes for eyes. There’s a certain way she does this, and when you notice it you’ll see mostly the same eyes for most characters!

Victor’s are expressive coz because they’re bigger towards one side and slants down towards the ears. But Yuuri’s eyes are much more expressive because they have a rounder shape.

She follows a basic hexagon shape for everyone but it differs per character depending on their personality! For Yurio his eyes slant upward towards the ears (also because he’s always looking down lol) while Leo’s eyes droop downwards. Also take note of the double eyelid!

Chris’s eye shape is like Victor’s but rounder like Yuuri’s. The eyelashes distinguish his eyes from the others. JJ’s eyes are very boxy and it’s very noticeable since everything re: his facial features is big. It’s like a box that’s slanted downwards! And Emil’s is like Yuuri’s but with less eyelid, and rounder towards the middle :D

These two are actually my favorite because the hexagon shape isn’t followed as much but they have the Stereotypical Ikemen Eyes. I couldn’t find a decent screenshot of Michele’s L’Homme Arme program, his eyes were sharper there than Serenade for Two (or when he’s emotional lol) his default eyes are sharp, straight (lol), and masculine. While Georgi’s are the opposite, although they actually share shapes! The bottom of Georgi’s eyes are more of slanted upwards towards the ears, while the top curves downwards (like Victor’s eyes, but not as round). I love his eyelashes too, just saying. I rly love how they drew Georgi especially in Tale of the Sleeping Prince (when he was looking up!!!)

Despite being my favorite animals, tigers have given me difficulty when drawing because of their facial structure being unique in contrast to common cats and other big cats. Their fur is longer on certain areas and much of their structure relies on the placement of the stripes and the fur around their face and ears, unlike leopards and lions which have an easier structure to draw with linework due to the short fur. I want to stem away from the familiar habit of relying on colors and markings to differentiate similar species.Here are some messy practice drawings!

The material is soft and it’s twice her size, and she always feel so warm and safe when she wears it. It’s a gorgeous cream color, and her mom has a yellow one to match. On a rainy Sunday, when everyone is locked away in the dorm rooms studying, Evie goes digging for it. She knows she hung it up last Thursday, and she knows this because she had color coordinated her closet. But after three minutes of searching, she figures that somehow she’s just misplaced it. That is until Mal comes barging in the room without knocking, and Evie stops short at the sight of her. Her tiny girlfriend, in all her scowling glory, is swallowed by her sweater and her purple locks are twisted into a messy bun.

“Are you organizing your closet again?” Mal yawns.

Evie glances at her with a tilt of her head, “Where have you been all day?”

“Well, I was listening to Lonnie and Audrey argue about some chemistry question and it lulled me to sleep.” Mal replies as she drops onto Evie’s bed and stretches her limbs out. “So, what’s the closest theme this week?”

“There isn’t a theme.” Evie replies with a small grin as she crosses the room. “I was looking for a very comfortable sweater, my favorite sweater.”

“And what does this sweater look like?” Mal asks.

Evie hums as she swings a leg over Mal’s lap so she can straddle her, “Well, first of all, it’s about two sizes too big.”

“It has a small hole in the left shoulder because I caught it on a nail when I was running through my house.” Evie continues as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind Mal’s ear.

Mal snorts and rolls her eyes “I love that to you, your castle is just your house. So, what color is this favorite sweater of yours?”

“Cream.” Evie chirps. “Have you seen it?”

“Maybe?” Mal offers before she dramatically glances down and looks back at Evie with a familiar glint in her eye. “Well, would you look at that, I guess it somehow accidentally ended up in my closet. Do you want it back, princess?”

“I do.” Evie pouts.

Mal smirks as she arches her head up to capture Evie’s lips with her own, “Then take it.”

Evie giggles and does just as she is ordered.

-

The next thing to go is one of her beanies.

Technically, the beanie isn’t hers. She stole it from Jay two years ago and he had never bothered to get it back. But now, as she trails Mal through the campus, she begs for the ratty old beanie back. It holds a lot of memories, including one of her and Ben pranking Jay and Chad so badly that they had cried. Unfortunately, Mal is as stubborn as they come and she merely ignores her girlfriend as she continues to walk through the quad with an indifferent expression. Eventually, Evie catches her hand and pulls her to a stop before she turns to face her and greets her with a frown.

“Mal, give it back!” Evie whines as she reaches for the black beanie, but her girlfriend is quick to duck away. “Come on, babe.”

“Was. It was yours. Now, it’s mine. Look how hot I look in this.” Mal teases as she tilts her head, and Evie can’t help but soften subtly. “As your arm candy, I have to look my best.”

“Mal, there isn’t a single day that you don’t look your best.” Evie giggles as she frames Mal’s face and tilts her head up for a soft kiss. “But I seriously want my beanie back. I love that thing.”

“Hm…” Mal frowns. “Nah.”

Evie gives a playful growl as she sweeps Mal off her feet, and she can’t help but laugh at the very un-Mal like squeal that fills the air. In the middle of the quad, the couple pay no mind to the people that pass them glances as Mal struggles her way free and tries to run off only to be grabbed around the waist. Evie smiles into the crook of Mal’s neck as a hand creeps up before she successfully rips the hat off purple locks. Mal squeaks in surprise as she turns in Evie’s arms and watches as her girlfriend shoves the black beanie onto her blue locks.

“Mine.” Evie beams.

Mal narrows her eyes playfully, “No fair.”

“All is fair in love and war.” Evie sings as she ducks her head.

“Ha.” Mal snorts as she grabs a hold of the sides of the beanie and pulls it down so it covers Evie’s eyes and nose. “No kisses for you!”

Evie struggles to get the beanie back on her head, and she lifts it just in time to watch her girlfriend race off. It doesn’t surprise her two days later when she sees Mal laughing with Jane while wearing that familiar black beanie, and this time she simply lets her keep it.

-

The final straw is her letterman.

The final game of the Tourney season explodes into dramatic throws and impressive rolls all the while Evie stands off to the side and happily cheers for her brother. Ben is fearless on the field, and he even body checks a player from the opposite team when he pauses in the middle of the game to wink at Audrey. By the time the game ends, Auradon is crowned the winner and the excitement builds around the students as they all happily pile onto the field. Part of it is a little bittersweet for Evie, this is going to be the last game of Tourney she cheers for but the other part of her can’t wait to have more free time. The happiness around her causes her to go breathless and she can’t help but scan the crowd for her girlfriend.

It takes her a few minutes to look through the entire sea of yellow and blue, and then she glances towards the bleachers and swallows hard. Mal is the only one left, she is leaned back with her weight balanced on her elbow and wearing a dark pair of sunglasses. But what catches her attention the most is the familiar letterman, Evie’s letterman. Evie blinks herself from her daze as she fights her way through the groups of students and bounces her way up the bleacher stairs.

“Hi.” Evie grins.

Mal smirks as she reaches for an abandoned bag of popcorn and shovels a handful into her mouth, “You looked good out there, princess.”

“Thanks.” Evie chirps before her lips turn up into a smile that she knows drives Mal crazy. “My clothes look really good on you.”

“What?” Mal chokes as she bangs a fist against her chest and coughs out a kernel of popcorn. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“No,” Evie drawls. “Just stating the obvious.”

“Well, I know lettermen jackets are used to stamp claims on people,” Mal begins as she stands and moves her sunglasses to the top of her head. “But I wear this one to let everyone know that you are taken.”

“Interesting version of role reversal.” Evie nods.

“I’m just brilliant like that.” Mal shrugs as she glances over Evie’s shoulder. “So, how about I treat you to some dinner?”

“Lemme guess what’s on the menu,” Evie purrs as she tucks a finger in the belt loop of Mal’s jeans and pulls her close. “First course is a salad, light dressing. Second course is a lobster meal…well, lobster for me and chicken nuggets for you. And for dessert?”

“Well, you’ll just have to wait and see.” Mal replies as she tilts her head. “Got any requests though?”

Evie laughs softly against Mal’s lips as she pulls her closer, “As long as dessert includes that letterman somewhere on the floor, I’m good with anything.”

“Well, then you are very much going to enjoy your dessert.” Mal assures her as she pulls away to intertwine their fingers. “Come on, we gotta hurry before all the chicken nuggets go.”

With a beam, Evie allows herself to be dragged along and she really doesn’t mind the view; on the back of the letterman is her last name, her little stake of claim on Mal. Yeah, she knows she can definitely get used to sharing her clothes.

Chat Noir makes a flower crow for Ladybug for International flower day and uses flowers with very specific meanings. Identities get revealed when Marinette wears the same flower crown to school the next day.

Lavender Roses

Chat landed behind Ladybug on the top of the Notre Dame, placing the object he’d brought for her atop her head before she turned to face him. “Guess what tomorrow is, My Lady.” Ladybug quirked an eyebrow at him, the skepticism evident on her face. “International flower day! You’re queen of the Ladybugs, and they love flowers, so you obviously needed a crown. I’m giving it to you tonight since we don’t have patrol tomorrow.”

Jughead finds himself having no motivation to write and has trouble finding inspiration even when he changes up his surroundings. Until…

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,830

A/N: Funny thing is I came across this song by searching “Uninspired” on youtube, because that’s what I am now. Wooooo. That ‘woo’ was sarcasm btw. This song inspired something, but I’m tired of writing things that don’t mean anything. So here’s this. Don’t ask me if it means anything to me cause tbh idk.

I’ve had my dog since the day I was born

Ok, now that I’m writing this I can see how strange it is that I’ve had my dog for almost 31 years, but when you live with something every day of your life, it’s kinda normal, you know? I mean, sure, it crossed my mind here and there that, hey, how come Snoop is 20, 24, 26 years old, but I never gave it extensive thought. Good nutrition and daily exercise is what I’d say and move on. It wasn’t impossible, right?

Author’s Notes: It’s late at night, I’m sleep deprived, and I wanted to write some Space Fae fluff. Yes, there’s LGBT aliens in this. Sorry if it’s a little…meh, but I needed to write some sci-fi lesbians.

You could best describe me as an “exchange student.” Terra had always been a fascinating place for me, even as a young one. But, it was, even by the Terrans’ own accounts, a DeathWorld. A living crucible, that forged only the strongest and most adaptable beings into existence.

When I had told my parents that I wanted to go and live/study there, it was a bit of an uphill battle. I explained that I would be careful, that I would message them often, everything a parent wants to hear, but they just wouldn’t have it. Then I learned of a Federation sponsored program dedicated to studying Terra. I secretly applied to be one of the landing team behind my parents’ backs, then slipped away in the night.

Fast forward 3 Terran years, and I was living my dream of studying a DeathWorld. Everything was going right: I had a job as a “Journalist” reporting events to the humans, I had a living space, an identity that allowed me to blend in, and I was even pursuing further education on the side at the local “community college,” (a center of higher learning).

Yet for everything that was going right, there was still one major problem: Eva Hans.

Robert: Contrast to what people may think, Robert has a bit of a soft spot for a few Disney Movies. Not really into musicals, but there are a few that he tolerates and maybe even like. He likes Tarzan, Lion King, Aladdin, and the Nightmare Before Christmas. He tolerates Hercules (My headcanon is that he’s a sucker for Gospel), The Princess and the Frog, and Pocahontas. His all time favorite would be Tarzan.

Damien: He absolutely loves Disney and Pixar. He loves the animated movies that actually paid attention to detail in the setting, like the Hunchback of Notre Dame, Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and the Beast, and Ratatouille. His all time favorite thus far is the live action Beauty and the Beast, the attention to detail as well as the operaesque tone they took with it was just beautiful. ( I just noticed it was a French-themed, and that was not intentional at all. Except Ratatouille, that was on purpose. XD) He also holds a big place in his heart for Disney and Studio Ghibli. His favorite is Spirited Away, and Howl’s Moving Castle.

Craig: He is a big fan of Disney, especially since he has a family. He just pops in movies like Mulan, Big Hero 6, Bolt, and Briar and Hazel pile up onto the couch and cuddle up. His favorite would have to be Moana and Pocahontas. But after Frozen came out, he grew to hate the song Let it Go, every time he went on a run, he would always find Let it Go had somehow made it into his shuffle playlist. (Hazel secretly downloaded it as a permanent prank on her father, she even asks Alexa to play Let it Go when Craig is around, just to annoy him.)

Jospeh: He likes Pixar a lot more because of less songs, and he enjoys the beauty and lessons they teach, even more so than Disney. His favorites are Toy Story, Monster’s Inc., and Meet the Robinsons. Although he has a soft spot for his all time favorite Disney Movie, Mary Poppins.

Mat: Absolutely loves Disney and Pixar. He is a big fan of the musicals because of his good ear for music. He loves Disney for the musical scores, like the Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, and is all about Fantasia and Fantasia 2000. He loves Pixar for the story, like Monster’s Inc, Brave, and the Toy Story Trilogy (His favorite movies, the bawled at all three.) He loves Studio Ghibli, including Princess Mononoke, Kiki’s Delivery Service, and My Neighbor Totoro. (This love for Disney is why he absolutely loves Thomas Sanders.)

Hugo: Is a Pixar Fan because he has read the Grimm’s Fairytales, and thinks they were better and more realistically lesson-worthy. Whenever he watches Disney movies, he would rather not watch any of the Princess movies, because he would keep talking through the movie about how wrong they made them. He does think that Maleficent was decent, although he was still a bit iffy about Sleeping Beauty still not being accurate. (I think this is one of the things that Hugo’s ex couldn’t stand about him.) His favorite movies are A Bug’s Life, and Wall-E.

Brian: He loves them both equally. He is more interested in the tear-jerking movies, like The Fox and the Hound, although he only watches them when he’s by himself, because he knows everyone doesn’t like tear-jerkers. He loves the Princess Movies, especially Brave. He also enjoys Wall-E, Up, Finding Nemo and Finding Dory, Tarzan, and also Mulan.

(NOTE: I may have to move production of my new fic to next week because I was inspired to do this headcanon. So, I hope this will tide you guys over until my second fic comes out. I guarantee it will have more tickles, more laughter, and possibly some feels. But it shall be awesome! Stay tuned and I love you all!)

I love roosters!! Pistachio and Mac always jump on me when I’m out there and start doing the “I have a treat!” noise so they summon all the hens and they all try to fit on my back to find the supposed treat and then start pecking at my shirt and it feels like a slightly painful massage. The big roosters are my favorites because they’re extra jiggly, they’ve got jiggly ears, jiggly wattles, jiggly combs, jiggly manes, jiggly tails, so jiggly!!! They want their wattles and ears rubbed all the time and pile into my lap for the snuggles and when there’s not enough room on my lap they sit on my feet and their bellies are so soft and warm. Pistachio is the most mature, but he’s not the highest ranking so when he calls the ladies to come get a treat the silkie boys will rush over and be like “what do you got little bro?!” and he’ll dash away like “oh shit the big boys!!” and they just look confused because they weren’t trying to challenge him. Roosters are just so good and pure and they get such a bad rap…

My muscles ached and cracked as I walk through the dark
school corridors. The school was dead silent except for the occasional snoring
from a painting but that soon fell into silence once more. My mind went over
the nightmare that I had recently woken up from, the bodies of my friends in a
tangled heap of blood. The cries that echoed through my mind caused me to wake
up for the third time in cold sweats and hysterical crying. The war was fast
approaching and I was afraid that I would lose my family, my friends and all
the wonderful people I had come to like throughout my years at this school.
Hufflepuffs were the calm before the storm, being the reasonable ones when the
other houses constantly clawed at each other’s throat. Yes, we had our demons
but all around we were a peaceful bunch who were friends with everyone no
matter their background.

“Perhaps some warm milk will help,” I tell myself and I take
a sharp turn which would lead me directly to the kitchens. I was almost there
when my ears picked up on someone coughing and I turn to see a man standing out
on the balcony with their back turned towards me. His black curls blowing in
the night air as puffs of gray smoke escape his parted lips and mingled with
the dark sky. I could tell from his posture and features exactly who he was and
my mind forgot completely about the warm milk and instead move towards an old
friend.

He turns when he hears the leaves crush beneath my shoes and
gives a small nod of acknowledgement before returning to his smoke. We simply
sat there, listening to the rustle of fall and the crickets that chirped.

“Can’t sleep?” He finally asks me, dropping the bud of the
cigarette onto the floor and putting the faint glow with the tip of his shoe.

“Nightmare,” I reply and he immediately knew about what I
was dreaming about and moved to comfort me. The tears that had been building up
since I woke up finally spilled when he pulled me into a hug and I wrapped my
arms around his torso as I began to bawl big fat tears onto his shirt. He didn’t
complain about me getting snot on one of his favorite shirts and instead tried
to calm down my tears by whispering loving words into my ear. “What if he kills
everyone we know?” I hiccup through my tears.

“He won’t because if he comes near us I will fight to
protect everyone I care about,” He proclaims with determination. “We should
head back before the prefects come searching the halls for troublemakers like
us,” he mumbles into my hair and I nod numbly as I let him lead me back to the
dorms. I didn’t even realize that he had bought me back to his until I was
being laid down and his scent wrapped around me. Peppermint and pine

“Thank you,” I whisper and he slides onto the bed next to
me. His arms wrap around me and pull me until my head was resting against his
chest. “Why were you on the balcony?”

“Family. I kept thinking that I would turn out like my
parents, following the orders of the Dark Lord,” he mumbles and I look up at him
before shaking my head.

“Sirius Black, you are the most amazing man that I have ever
met. Your last name may be tainted by he
who shall not be named but you are nothing like them. You have such bravery
and courage that I am proud to call you my friend,” I tell him with a straight
face and then I move back to snuggling against his chest, my hand fisting at
his shirt as he gave my shoulder a tight squeeze.

“It’s you and I against the world, (Y/N). Nothing that
happens from this point on will change my feelings for you,” He says and I
close my eyes as I hold onto him just a bit tighter. I didn’t want him to disappear
when I opened my eyes once more. I couldn’t afford to wake up and find that
this was all a dream. “I won’t let him hurt you or anyone.”

Even MORE old Winx Club fan art. (I used to be a big fan of the show, can’t you tell?). This was the only couple I gave two shits about in the show, but I still stopped watching after season two. Flora was my favorite character in the 4kids dub, because she had the sweetest, most adorable voice, but when I heard the audio in the new localization, I nearly drove a screwdriver through my ear to make it stop. 4Kids Flora/Helia forever.

What blogs do you follow? I am looking for a G-DRAGON but I also like GOT7, EXO, and BTS

I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED!!

Honestly, I’ve been looking for more EXO, GOT7, and Monsta X pages to follow myself, but I can give you a list of my faves. They’re mostly BTS or not groups specific tho. And surprisingly I don’t follow any G Dragon pages. Mostly because he ruins me everyday without following any. I can’t get away from him. He haunts me. I couldn’t handle a GD blog. I would spend so much more time crying than I already do… ANNNNYWAY

@war-of-hormoan - One of the few blogs I actually visit everyday and not just depend on my dash for updates because her writing and personality are *hearteyes* just my fave and I have to see it all. (lowkey have a huge crush on Ramsey tbh)

@chanyeolspout - I still can’t properly identify Chanyeol in a lineup of EXO members but AFH is an actual addiction that I’m currently seeking help for. PLUS, she’s just the sweetest person ever. Incredibly thoughtful and friendly.

@kpoppantydrop - I mean, you probably already follow them, because who doesn’t? They have an abundance my two fave S words. Sass & Sin and they don’t hold back on either.

@ygentrollment - If you’re a VIP or a Big Bang fan in general you need to follow this blog. Tea is spilled every day and it’s where I get a lot of my most up to date info on the OT5.

@memoiresofaneternaldreamer - She’s probably one of my favorite people on Tumblr and I’m so glad she made the mood board for Angels and Demons because if she hadn’t I may have never found her and it would have absolutely been my loss. Plus she’s like a gold mine of inspiration if you’re a writer or enjoy aesthetically pleasing things in general.

@tabi-ears - She’s been posting a steady stream of not just TOP but OT5 that’s gotten me through the past six excruciating years of Tabi’s enlistment. I wouldn’t make it without her probably. Plus she’s really sweet and SUPER GORGEOUS and reminds me of my soulmate so I’m 100% biased.

And before my list gets TOO crazy, I NEED to mention @smutfictionaddicted a.k.a @writings-by-cl (follow both). - I LIVE AND DIE AND LIVE AGAIN for her Fat Fiction series. It. Is. Not. Done. Enough. I become a complete clutching my pearls, whore in church sweating, box of tissues because it’s so beautiful needing, pint of ice cream gorging because I’m so emotional, hot mess every time I read her stuff. She’s amazing and her body positivity and just positivity in general speaks to my heart and I’m so glad I found her.

*deep breath* I follow like 200 blogs though and I would recommend them all if I could because I only follow really cool, really talented people, obviously.

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It’s an offer I can’t refuse!!! FREE STUFF!! Just tell me what to do big boss, I’m all ears!

(The stupid little cat submits to Morgan’s rule!… But not before he rambles on about how much he loves dragons.)

Now that you've told us you have wild drunken stories, would you tell us one please? Or maybe incorporate it into an imagine with some of the skelebros? That would be pretty cool

One of my favorite drunken nights was when I went out for drinks with my friend, and we met his aunt/his aunt’s friend. We ended up at some little hole in the wall bar where it was so packed, that we had to pile on a deck outside. A dude wearing sunglasses at night came over and started trying to talk to me, but I was too distracted asking “Why the hell are you wearing those at night? Can you see? There’s no sun. Are you high, and you’re trying to hide how red your eyes are?” And then my friend’s aunt comes over, and she throws her arm around the dude because she’s pretttyyy drunk and starts questioning him about the sunglasses, too. Then she decides she wants to wear them and throws her arm around me.

“I wish my boyfriend was here,” she says, sighing loudly.

My friend comes over and claims that her boyfriend is not an attractive man.

“Yeah, okay, so he’s bald.. he’s short.. he’s fat.. Fine. But he has a HUGE DICK!” She holds out her arms to give me an idea of the inhumanly-possible size of said dick.

“A big dong, you say?” I chime, and my friend starts shaking his head, trying to get me to stop from encouraging her.

“BIG DONG KONG!” she shouts as loud as she can, while my friend desperately tries to shush his aunt.

“BIG DONG SCHLONG!” I yell back, and the two of us high-five. This is the first conversation I’ve ever had with this 50-year-old woman, but we’re instantly best friends in that moment.

We leave and go to a honky tonk–like right out of one of those movies about the South, where people are wearing cowboy hats and drinking and dancing that I thought were a myth. My friend and I are the youngest people there by nearly thirty years. All the older women LOVE him; he’s dancing with them and grinding on them, and they’re ARGUING over who gets to dance with him next. It’s crazy. I end up buying JAEGER BOMBS (yes, you have to shout it as loud as you can when you order it, in the douchiest voice possible) with the aunt, and we start knocking them back. I dance for entirely too long, and at the time, I think I’m just the best dancer ever, but I’m pretty sure I was just kicking my legs out and flailing around in a circle. I end up with a cowboy hat at some point during the night.

The aunt and her friend join me on the dance floor, and we order more shots. In fact, I’m feeling so wonderful that I order shots FOR THE ENTIRE BAR. I guess I’ve just secretly always wanted to shout “A ROUND OF SHOTS FOR EVERYONE, ON ME!” at the top of my lungs, who knows.

It’s closing time, and my friend (the designated driver in this situation), takes his aunt and her friend home, but we all go into the apartment. Her boyfriend is inside, and she throws herself against him, but ends up in the floor because she’s just too drunk.

Nailed it. The aunt writhes on the floor, but points toward me to say, “PREACH IT!”

This little man doesn’t know what to say. "Big Dong Kong, I heard all about it. Like a kick-stand, AMIRITE?“ I pat the bewildered man on the shoulder and move past him to head toward the bathroom. However, I stop short and turn back toward my friend, standing on my tip-toes to whisper in his ear.

(Which probably means I yelled it.)

“I don’t want to use their toilet because what if his dick is SO MASSIVE that it touched the seat??”

My other favorite story I’ll incorporate into an imagine.

You were already drunk off a pitcher of margaritas and free birthday tequila shots from the Mexican restaurant down the street by the time you reach your hotel’s bar, flanked by your best friend. You’re wearing a giant, gaudy pin on your shirt that reads “IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!” because 1) it really is your birthday and 2) it guarantees that you and your friend will drink for free all night.

When you sit down on a bar stool, two skeleton monsters automatically sit next to you and start chatting. One of them, with red eyes and a fluffy jacket, has a smirk on his face as his eyelights travel your body. He’s been nice enough so far, so when he gets ready to leave, he says, “i’m going to a strip club. would you like to join me, sweetheart?”

“I’ve never been to a strip club!” you blurt, seeming excited over the idea… until your survival instincts kick in. "WAIT, I KNOW WHAT THIS IS!“

”…what?“ he asks, his smirk beginning to fade.

"THIS IS WHERE I’LL EITHER END UP SOME SORT OF SEX SLAVE OR MURDERED AND CHOPPED UP IN YOUR TRUNK!” At this point, the bartender is doubled over laughing. You have no volume control.

“what–? no, sweetheart, i just–” He stumbles over the words, completely caught off-guard.

“NOPE, NO WAY, I’M NOT DYING TONIGHT SIR!” You keep drinking your drink. "Thanks for paying for my drink, though.“ Well, at least you still have manners, even if you’re slurring.

“ok, ok. happy birthday,” he mutters, slowly getting off the stool to leave. As soon as he does, a skeleton wearing an orange hoodie takes his place.

“good to know you have standards.” He flicks his wrist at the bar tender. "her next drink is on me.“

You’re eyeing the giant ass jar of cocktail olives instead of paying him any attention. "I really want an olive in my drink…”

“but.. you’re drinking something fruity, right?”

You nod. "Sex on the beach.“

"yeaaahh, olives don’t go with that.”

You start frowning, still staring down those olives. "Who says it has to be like that? I want olives in it.“

"you can’t drink it with olives. it would be terrible.”

“Yes, I can!”

“fine, if you can, i’ll buy you another drink.”

You look to the bartender, and she shrugs and pulls out the jar of giant olives. “Just dump them in,” you say, and she absolutely FILLS UP YOUR GLASS with olives. And dammit, you eat every single one of them.

“i can’t believe you’re actually doing it.”

And then you don’t remember anything else.

*The rest of that story includes blacking out after the olives, and then I wake up in the hotel room, in a completely different set of clothes (apparently, I filled the ice bucket up with water and then poured it over my head), with my head on the toilet seat (vomit everywhere), tears on my face, and my phone in my hand. Apparently, I’d been having a nightmare about the two men shoving me in their trunk, and then I called my S/O and whispered “I’m so scared, please come get me” over and over into the phone. He said that gave him nightmares, and he had to call my friend to make sure that I was all right.

Y'all get this shit. Jeff writing poetry in his leather notebook and listening to joy division. Head half shaved except for the little part in front of his ear. Aroma therapy ecigs everywhere has a monthly subscription. Catch him at ur local goth club drinking them blood red fruity drinks still being hardcore as fuck with a chain from his nose ring to his gauge. I want my trad goth Jeff dyed black leather jacket with them patches and DIY combat boots.

I walked down the halls of the crowded hallway. Alone, with no one besides me. I was friendless…No one wanted to become friends with me because they thought I was the weird girl, the too smart to hang with.
The typical nerd.

What they don’t know is that I feed myself. I
live alone. My parents died in a fire when I was 13. My aunts and
uncles never wanted to accept me into their families because I was,
apparently, annoying. Therefore, I had lived alone for about 4-5 years.

It’s
my last year in high school now, thank goodness. I can’t wait to leave
this place they call hellhole. I mean I would’ve enjoyed the past 4
years, if it wasn’t for the name calling and a bully. His name was
Chanyeol. Park Chanyeol. A tall, handsome, deep voice, straight teeth,
nice smile, big eared, guy. He (mainly), along with his friends, Byun
Baekhyun, Kim Jongin and Oh Sehun is the starters of my torment.

Even
though they’ve bullied me for years, yes, they went to the same school
as me since kindergarten, I was never one to fight back. It only started
when I wanted a snack because I forgot to bring my own, so the teacher
made Chanyeol share his food. I didn’t take much, but to him, I
“obviously” took his favorite animal cracker. I didn’t know the tiger
one was his favorite!

Anyway, I made it to my locker to open
it just in time for him to slam it shut, nearly snapping on my fingers. I
jumped a little at the sudden slam“Aw, you’re acting innocent…After 12 years of this, you’re still getting shocked?” Chanyeol asked with a scowl on his face“Or are you just faking it?” Jongin, or known as ‘Kai’ questioned“Who taught you to act? Your parents?” Baekhyun asked…Oh no…“They’re somewhere…” I answered, not wanting to inform them too much information“Somewhere as in where?” Chanyeol asked. I kept my head down, staying silent. They started chuckling darkly.“What, cat got your tongue?” Sehun asked. Still silent. They hissed“Just
give us our homework, Short Fool.” Chanyeol demanded as they all held
out their hands. I hurried to get their individual homework“Don’t you have any friends?” Kai asked. I nodded“Who is it? Your action figures?” Chanyeol asked. I kept my mouth shut…I
don’t even have action figures…But I do have one friend. His name’s
Kris, or I like to call him Yifan. He’s the only person I consider even
close to me. I would trust him with my life. He goes to my school but we
don’t see each other that much except lunch. But he knows about these 4
and he hates them with all his guts.

“Well, since we
won’t have homework today. Go to the gym later, maybe the fat on you
will come off.” Sehun said as they started to walk away“And look for
your parents while you’re at it.” Chanyeol finished as the 4 walked
away laughing at themselves for their ingeniousness.By now, the
hallway have cleared up and tears were starting to flow. I quickly made
my way to the bathroom and do what I had to do. The typical teenage girl
cutting herself. There was an amount of scars on my arms and cuts that
were starting to heal. And just now, new ones. I washed the blade and
hid it in a clean crack in the wall. Then I washed my arm and made it to
class, pulling down my sleeves on the way.“Miss ____? Why are you late?” professor asked“I woke up late this morning..” I lied.“No,
we saw her this morning, right guys? Yeah, we stopped to talk to her.”
Chanyeol asked, looking at his 3 friends as they smirked at me,
challenging me to think of another lie. Professor crossed his arms and
raised an eyebrow at me.

“Alright, I tripped over my own feet in the
hallway and had to go to the nurse. She said I’d be okay.” I lied again.
You see, after being late most of the time because of these guys, you
kind of learn to lie on the spot. Professor nodded at me, unsure if he
should believe me or not. That was my cue to go sit down. I slightly
tripped over Kai’s foot but saved my face from being injured.The
lesson droned on and on and on until the bell rang. I made sure I packed
up as slowly as I can so I can be the last out. Not a good idea, I met
the 4 guys on the way.“Your lie was pretty good…Just hope you have
one after you don’t show up for the rest of our classes.” Chanyeol
smirked as he and Kai picked me up by my arms and then brought me to a
secluded place in the halls since everyone was at lunch. Not only do
these guys emotionally harm me, they do it physically as well. Punches,
kicks, jabs, slaps, etc, etc….After that day, I didn’t show up to
classes anymore and went straight home. When I came home, my head was
throbbing and pounding. I tried my best to wipe off blood from my mouth
and nose before I blacked out.

-Chanyeol-

After the little fun that we had with ____ we 4 went to our next class after lunch. The teacher did a role call“Chanyeol?” she asked“Here.” I lazily said“____?” she looked around when no one answered“Is ____ here?” she asked again. Everyone looked around and started whispering to themselves.

The
guys and I was, too, confused on why she didn’t show up. She wouldn’t
miss a class for anything (like the nerd that she is). But she didn’t
show up to this class….or the rest of the day. We even had a project
due today and she didn’t show up (maybe it was the fact that we
destroyed her project yesterday and the teacher said it was too late to
make a new design.) Now I was starting to worry….Wait what? Me? Park Chanyeol? Worry? Ha! Funny.

The 4 of us left school and saw an ambulance rushing somewhere along with a police car. I raised my eyebrow. Strange…rarely
anyone got hurt here..Oh wait…it can’t be because of ____ right? I
mean…It could be…but it can’t be…she’s taken our attacked loads of
times…Oh my god, we’re going to jail.It seems like the other 3 were thinking of the same thing because their face matched mine.

“Guys, that can’t be for ____…right?” Baekhyun asked.“I
want to believe it’s not..” Kai answered. For some reason, we all
started to follow the ambulance car to the house. It was a cute small
place actually. All of a sudden, we were stopped by the police as
paramedics rushed into the home and started shouting for the things they
needed. Soon enough, they rushed back out with someone, a girl
specifically, on a gurney.

I took a look and my heart stopped.
My stomach churned and I felt like my lunch will come back up. It was
her…____…She was the girl on the gurney. Her face had started to
bruise badly and she seemed unconscious. Following the paramedics, was a
guy that’s as tall as me. Kris. Everyone knows him around the school,
he wasn’t hard to miss. He was the 'Mr. Don'tMessWith.’ I know, that
seems like our title but we’re the Cool ones in the school, the ones
people (girls) would die to hang out with.

But what was Kris doing in her house? Are they friends? Are they dating?
The thought of the two dating got my heart beating rapidly with anger
and I don’t even know why. Kris was going to join the paramedics in the
cart but his eyes landed on us. He stopped and told the guy something
before they nodded. He stepped out of the car to let them drive ____ to
the hospital.

Kris stormed up to us four with a deadly gaze. You can see the fire in his eyes.

“You. Four. Motherfuckers.” he said slowly. His anger was hard not to miss.“What happened to ____?” Sehun asked.“What
happened? Do you happen to know the people who have been beating her
up? Huh? I know you guys know EXACTLY what happened to her. Don’t play
stupid, I know it was you guys.” he growled. My heart sank.“You guys
are real idiots. You wanna know what happened? I just came to visit her
15 minutes ago because I KNOW what she’s been through. You know what I
saw when I walked through that door? Her on the floor with blood coming
out from her fucking head. Not only that but her wrists. Did you guys
know that? Do you guys know what she did to herself because of you?” she
asked, his voice getting more and more scary by the minute

“I
just want to ask one thing of you guys. Just stay the fuck away from
her. Don’t breathe near her, don’t look at her. Don’t lay one goddamn
finger on her, don’t even think about visiting her in the hospital
because I won’t hesitate to fucking attack you all..Let this be a
warning.” he sneered at us before walking to his car and driving to the
hospital.

Meanwhile, all of us were staring at each other in horror.

“We’re going to go to jail, hyung!” Sehun smacked my arm.“I don’t want to go to jail!” he added“What the fuck did we do?” Baekhyun asked horrified“It’s all your fault!” Kai pointed his finger at me“Mine?! What the hell?! You guys beat her up as well!” I argued“If
you just let her have that goddamn tiger graham cracker, we wouldn’t be
in this situation!” Baekhyun groaned out. We all kept silent.“You do know that we’re going to visit her, right?” I asked. They all sighed and nodded, hanging their head in shame.

Well,
when we entered the hospital, we asked for her name immediately. She
lady asked for our names and then declined our admission when we told
her. She said that some really tall guy came in and told her to do that.
It was probably Kris. We sort of argued a little but then stopped when
Kris came down from the elevator.

“What did I tell you? Don’t
visit her. I’m sure even if she was awake, you 4 would be the last
people she’d want to meet.” he snarled.“Now leave before I call security.” he warned. We quickly left the hospital…

It’s
now been a month since ____ has been in the hospital. The news went
around quickly, even among the teachers. So, about 2 week after she was
in the hospital, Sehun and Kai sent her loads of mail before they told
me they had to transfer schools. Baekhyun also sent mail, but it wasn’t
as much as the other two, it was much longer. And he had to move away to
a private school. Now, I’m friendless. This must be how ____ felt..It was rumored, that she was going to be going to school again today.

So
for some reason, I woke up extra early this morning, ate breakfast, got
dressed and basically ran to school searching for that familiar face. I
glanced at her locker, to which she wasn’t there. I sighed and took a
lazy walk to my locker before the office door opened, stopping me from
walking. The person almost opened the door to slam my face

“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” I boomed“I-I’m
so sorry!” her voice apologized. My heart fluttered a little. I looked
down to see her. ____. Looking healthy. Her face has small purplish
bruises. That was the first time I’ve heard her yell, and it was an
apology to me! When I was suppose to be the one apologizing! What’s
wrong with her? She looked up and her eyes widened as she backed up and looked around.

“Oh,
Sehun and Kai transferred and Baekhyun moved to a private school.” I
filled her in on the things she missed. She made an “Oh..” face as she
kept backing up.“S-so…um…are you feeling okay?” I sheepishly
asked. Her eyes flared but she stayed silent. I took the time to notice
her features. And the fact that she had a ton of books and papers in her
arms made her look cuter.“Do you need help with those?” I asked, hoping the answer was a yes. She quickly shook her head“I-I’m
good, thanks.” she mumbled before turning and hurrying away. By now,
students have noticed her and started whispering again“Shut up about her!” I yelled and it was silent once again. I want to do something to gain her forgiveness…but what?

It's difficult to write effectively, because it's so minor, but honestly my favorite thing about relationships isn't the sex or big lavish dates. I want to lie on the couch with or on top of Dark as he combs his fingers through my hair and occasionally kisses me, or buries his face in the crook of my neck, or whispers something lovingly in my ear

I love small fluffy romantic notions. Like small affections of gifts or gentle kisses on the forehead. Just relaxing and cuddling, maybe even just sitting in the same room while the other does something (a hobby or job related). Small cute things.

Corn… is what i live for.it is my favorite crop to harvest.every time i carefully twist off an ear from the stalki crytears of joy.whenever i’m cookin’ my corn in the kitchen,i get so giddy…because i’m about to have the experience of a life time.it’s dinner time,and i have a great big plateof fresh ol’ corn.i feel proud.i bite into the corn and just sit for a bitand wonder… how could something so greatexist?tears are rolling down my cheeks.my family asks me… “what’s wrong?"i shake my head and don’t say a word…because there are no wordsto describethe brilliance of Corn…